The only thing that will ever be real, is this moment,' I turned to the statue, 'when you made me feel alive, when you made me feel real, when I felt like you really love me. Now? I'm just your monster, Frankie. I will always be a monster.
Hands that never touch. Lips that never meet. The Almost Lovers, never to be.
We are all Romeos looking for our Juliet, but never finding her.
For there has never been a story nearly as tragic as the one of Frankenstein, except for that of Johnny Heart and his Francesca Valentine.
I've never wanted a heart as much as I want yours.
When I kiss you, it will be THE kiss, not just A kiss.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and bit her bottom lip. I found it to be such an erotic gesture that it aroused me. My eyes began making love to her in the dark. Unseen hands passed over her curves, quietly descending...trembling at her g...
